Gemini insisted on showering first while Dunk drove Prim and Pond back to their own homes. He couldn't let Pond stay here, especially since Phuwin clearly didn't want him under the same roof, and Prim had been called by her mother, demanding that the girl come home and help her with something.

Gemini drank a few sips of juice and sat down in front of his desk, taking advantage of Fourth taking a shower to write about the next day in his journal. The words appeared in his mind on their own, as if without effort. He didn't have to think about anything, he just wrote what he felt. Just remembering those curious brown eyes and that saucy mouth made him grimace slightly. So far, people tended to obey him, didn't question his opinion, tried not to argue with him, because they knew it didn't make any sense, Gem would get his way anyway, and they might lose their jobs. Only this time he was on the verge of losing his job, his career. His fans still loved him, but more and more critics were emerging. More and more people saw his true colors and moved away from him. He told this boy he had to change. Yes, it was true, if he wanted to stay on top, he had to change something.

He thought of P'Erin. He wrote this down too. He sent a photo of this boy from his phone to his Google drive and pasted it into the text. He kept writing. He didn't notice the passage of time. Writing calmed him, gave him a strange sense of freedom he hadn't felt since his mother had signed that contract on his behalf. He secretly believed that if one day something happened to him (he knew too many similar stories, his behavior and his career path were not a good combination, he had many enemies), P'Erin would make sure his journal would be properly edited and published as a book. This was one of his dreams: to explain to the audience why he is the way he is, to tell them the truth about himself, without hiding anything at all.

At some point, his neck started to hurt, which made him realize that he had spent too much time in front of the laptop screen. He stood up and started moving around the room, rubbing the sore spot. Suddenly he remembered his dream: he was in a small room with two walls yellow and two pink, looking in the mirror and packing for a trip. He held two guns in his hand, one hidden in his black leather backpack, and the other put to his temple as if he was going to shoot. He did not do it. He looked at himself for a few moments with the gun to his temple, but he seemed to change his mind. He threw the gun into his backpack, styled his bangs in his favorite way, and left the room.

"If my boyfriend didn't have the right to live, you won't have the right to live either". He said to the reflection in the mirror.

He woke up screaming and one strange sentence that didn't fit anywhere.

"Not in this life, Gemi, not in this life".

"What's that supposed to mean? Did I killed someone? Myself? No it is not possible. It's just a dream. I can't panic. It's nothing. Relax. I dreamed about it because I recently watched Until We Meet Again, nothing more. It's just my imagination working. I am an artist, I have read a lot of books and watched a lot of films, hence these strange images. It's nothing," he convinced himself in his mind.

He returned to his comfortable chair and added a few more sentences. Just in case, he saved a copy of his text again on all his accounts and downloaded the new version of the text to a pen-drive. He did this for safety and because he was afraid that if something actually happened to him, someone might try to hide the truth about him. And Gemini hated one thing about his job: countless smaller and larger lies and dirty tricks.

He looked at the time displayed at the bottom of his laptop screen. It wasn't that late, he could finish writing.

"Gemini! Come here, please."

He heard his mother calling from the kitchen. He already knew what that meant: another fight. He decided to ignore it. He did something wrong again. He thought that his mother was so annoying! He brought home a lot of money, they should probably be grateful to him for living in luxury thanks to him, but what does he get in return? Not a single kind word, not a single "thank you". His mother only publicly said she was proud of him, created an image on social media of a good, loving mother who supports her child, but in fact she was the one who signed a contract for him when he was just 15 years old. He was considered a very talented kid, he loved singing and dancing, he often took part in various competitions at school and was one of the best students. Any other mother would be proud of him, but not this woman. He knew why.

Gemini was like his father. A father who left three years ago for another woman who was already pregnant. Gemini only knew that she was very young, barely 23, and worked at the cafe where his father always went after classes at the university. Apparently she was nice, beautiful and very smart. Gem didn't care. He hated her for taking away his father and destroying their previously happy family. A muscle twitched in his face at the memory. He was furious again.

He also described this.

Was she really blind? She didn't see the wedding ring on my father's finger? Why did she do it? Why did she destroy our family? I know that, I know that my mother hates me, because of the three of them, I resemble him the most. It probably hurts her every time she looks at me. I don't want to argue with her, I know it's hard for her. She loved dad and he hurt her. That's why I don't believe in love anymore. There is no such thing. It's just lust. If love existed and was really as strong as it is shown in books and movies, dad would never have left us. After all, we were happy, we had everything.

That stupid bitch!

Apparently I have a little sister. I do not care about it. I don't want to know her, I don't want to know what she looks like or her name. I wish I could go back in time and talk honestly to my dad, ask him why he, who told us so often that he loved us, suddenly chose someone else, I want to warn him and stop him.

That day our world fell apart. My mother took me to a workshop before filming the first series in my career. I was only supposed to play a supporting role, but a very important one. My future depended on my performance. My voice wasn't fully developed back then, so I sounded a bit weird and unlike me, and every time I watch recordings from that time, I'm surprised that my voice sounds so beautiful today. It used to be terrible, but people in the entertainment industry saw something in me and decided to give me a chance. I don't say it out loud, but I am grateful to them also because it means I spend less time in my family home. And good. It used to be my favorite place in the world, now I feel alien here. I feel like this isn't my home anymore, it stopped being the day my dad packed his bags and left our lives. Mom says he died for her, but I know she misses him.

That's why I don't want to go down to the kitchen, even though I hear her calling me. She probably found out about Fourt... Fortunately, he had already fallen asleep with his headphones on and probably didn't hear anything.

I don't want to look at her because it makes me feel angry that I don't understand. And something makes me fight it every time, even though I don't want to. I do not want it. It's just that when I stand in front of her, I lose control of myself. It was as if I was suddenly becoming someone else. I don't want to hurt her, she's suffered enough. But I can't forget that she looks at me and sees our father. She thinks I will be the same or even worse, she doesn't believe in me, doesn't support me, doesn't show me any affection. Privately. Because it's different in public. As soon as she notices that someone might be filming us, she becomes nice and caring, hugs me, ruffles my hair, and tells me in an artificially sweet voice how proud she is of me.

But I know the truth.

She doesn't love me anymore. For her, I am no longer her son. I am my father who hurt her.

I miss my mom, the way she was before this happened. I miss when the whole family would go to the seaside, to the cinema or to an amusement park. I miss Phuwin learning how to cook from his dad and mom, which he wasn't very good at. I miss the happy laughter filling our home. And to the meowing of Luna, our cat, an ordinary roof dog. Funny enough, Luna was hit by a car just two days later, after her dad left. Mom never let us have any pets in the house again.

Gemini stopped writing. He read the last paragraph. He wanted to remove it. He sounded a bit too sentimental. In general, the whole entry reminded him of the self-pity of an unhappy teenager experiencing a storm of hormones. He went back a few pages, to the beginning of the entry.

So his name is Nattawat Jirochtikul and his nickname is Fourth. Funny. He's all incredibly funny. Fourth is the boy I met today. I feel like he's different from everyone else in some way. He got under my skin on the first day, and he did it well. I don't know what to do with him, and worst of all, Erin insists that I work with him. She came up with something called imaginary couple, FourthGemini. I can't believe this even occurred to her! I guess he reads too much of his yaoi or whatever it is.

When I saw him, my heart did some strange acrobatics. And then he looked at me too. I felt dead inside. Literally. Like I was drowning, and not in the pleasant way some people describe falling in love. On the contrary. I felt like I was going to the bottom and no one could help me. His eyes looked painfully familiar to me, but I'm sure I'd never met him before. I was so nervous I didn't know what I was doing. In front of many fans, I grabbed his hand and led him to a place in the back of one of the stores where my sponsor sold his products. I just wanted to talk to him calmly, but it quickly turned out that talking calmly was not an option. He was cute, but he always talked back to me. It pisses me.

One thing worries me: the fact that I feel like I've known him for years, and yet I'm seeing him for the first time in my life.

But that's not the most important thing now. I didn't describe everything that happened, and that's important. Yesterday Dunk and Phu had to take me to the hospital. Suddenly, for no reason, I started choking. I was short of air. A strong, invisible hand squeezed my throat. I was coughing and writhing on the floor in pain. I disturbed my brothers. Even mom looked scared. I don't know why this happened. I wanted to drink a little brandy before bed, I didn't intend to eat dinner, I preferred to catch a few hours of sleep. Something stopped me from doing this. My own hand slapped my cheek. And then I felt this terrible, overwhelming grief, I saw a blurred face before my eyes and... And I don't remember much of what happened next. All I know is that Dunk was flirting with my doctor.

By the way, I'm not surprised by him. Dr. Khaotung seems to be a really charming man, he has a calm, melodious voice, a slim body and a large mouth that seems made for kissing and whispering your name. Yes, the doctor is definitely my brother's type: tiny and slim, with a charming smile and the personality of a soft, colorful, teddy bear who is also a superhero who saves human lives. In fact, it would be great to have such a doctor in your family. I think I need to help them out a bit.

I like helping people get people they like. The first time I managed to connect two people with each other was in high school and it was my cousin and my friend with whom I sometimes played football. It's funny because they are both still together and everyone jokes that I should open a dating agency. Yes, yes, sure. I invite you to the marriage agency of the famous actor and musician, Gemini Norawit Tangsakyuen. We guarantee that the person you love will surely love you too, with our modest help.

Bright.

Very funny.

No thanks. It's not for me. But who knows, maybe one day I will open my own wedding planning office? I would really like it, because even though I don't believe in love anymore, sometimes it's nice to look at the happiness of others and, at least for a moment, live with the illusion that it is possible. Besides, I like to snack, and at weddings there is always something tasty to eat, so being a wedding planner, I could eat as much as I wanted for free. This is also what I love about being famous: someone will always send you something delicious to eat, although there are also inedible dishes, but why do I have my friend Pond? Pond always serves as my guinea pig. I take him with me to every banquet and sometimes jokingly introduce him as my boyfriend. I love seeing the shocked faces of other guests when I tell them this. Pond always grimaces, but never mind. I'm glad he's my friend. Pond Naravit is actually the closest person to me. Funny enough, his name is Naravit and my name is Norawit, both names sound quite similar.

My fans know about Pond. We work together and that's how we met: on the set of the first series in which I played (he played the main role). Some people consider us a couple. We don't mind, and our label pays us well when we go out together, so that's even better. Isn't it funny when you get paid to just be friends with someone? But this is how it works: our ship drives the sale of our gadgets: lightsticks, key chains, photo books, posters.

Oh, I just realized I'm overusing the word "funny" today. It's crazy!

I don't know whether to classify the last 24 hours as good or bad. Maybe I won't count it anywhere. It was neither good nor bad. Just this boy, Fourth...

Why do I feel like I know him? Why do I feel sad when I look at his photo?

What's the funniest?

Probably because I've only known him for a day and he's already sleeping in my own bed. There was no other option. This is the idea of my very smart brother, Dunk. Dunk drove Pond and Prim home and then came back. I don't know how I will explain to my mother a strange boy hanging around our house. He'll probably think he's my or Dunk's boyfriend... It's good that Dunk promised to let Phuwin in on everything as soon as he gets home, but I don't think I would have the strength or desire to tell it again.

It's weird to turn around and see this boy sleeping in my own bed. I guess I'm not used to it yet. Dunk thinks we both need to be hidden. Tomorrow Pond and Dunk will take their cars and will escort us for the next few days, living with us in a secret hideout. In fact, it's just a name, and it's about my apartment closer to the headquarters of the agency with which I have a contract. Pond, Phu, and Dunk are supposed to act as sort of bodyguards for us, and Prim promised she'd try to find some information.

I told them everything in detail, showed them the photos that were hidden in the bloody rainbow LGBT+ flag, introduced them to Fourth and had to admit to the nightmares that were tormenting me. It's weird, but now that I've done it, I feel a little calmer. At least someone knows and I don't have to carry this burden alone. Just remembering it sends shivers down my spine. Dunk discovered that there was some writing underneath the tape. Here is the literal quote:

"The stars are no longer in your favor, Prince of the Stage. You who think yourself better than others will be thrown to the very bottom of despair. I will take everything from you because you deserve nothing better. I will make you suffer so much that you will beg for mercy and for me to finally kill you. Yes, you are right if you think this is a warning. And try to guess who it's from! 555555"

I don't understand. None of us understands this. I thought Fourth paled a lot when he read that, but I don't know what to think. Thanks to Prim, we know that it is about the suicide of two young lovers, Heart and LiMing. Just the mention of their age makes me feel uncomfortable. They were our age. Okay, I better write about something different, happier, otherwise I won't fall asleep.

Fourth got out of the shower while I was writing today's entry. His hair was still wet and he was standing in front of me in my own clothes. Why did I think she looked cute? He smiled at me, but when he saw that I was busy, he disconnected his phone from the charger that Dunk lent him (they had identical phones) and went to bed. He fell asleep very quickly and I don't think he has the same problems with nightmares as I do... I envy him that. I would also like to be able to sleep soundly all night.

Gemini finished writing at that and then looked at Instagram out of curiosity. He wanted to know what his viewers and followers thought about his today's prank. As usual, he used his fake account, not wanting anyone to know he was interested. He saw a lot of posts with photos and videos, and the most shared was the moment when he grabbed Fourth's hand and led him out of the crowd.

As Gem read the comments, he felt increasingly disgusted. The blood in his veins slowly began to boil, and out of anger he kicked the metal trash can under the desk, which overturned and the waste inside spilled onto the floor.

Millie_b: look at gem, he's definitely under the influence of something, I'm betting on alcohol or drugs

jeannie.jean: the party master is back, eh?

Notyourbarbie: I feel sorry for the boy, he's so young and he's ruining his life like this

ppnaravit_gf: well, let him fall on the tree, at least he will leave my Pond alone!

Babelittlelove: I'm betting on drugs, he's a rich kid, he definitely has his sources

aaaabbbbcccc123101: this boy is cute, isn't he? Oh, I want him for myself! Anyone know him?

little_mary_an1: I don't know if you noticed, but this boy looked as if he was surprised by our star's behavior. Don't you think that Tangsakyuen kid was high on something and had hallucinations?

Gemini clenched his fist tighter and struck it against his knee.

"Alcohol? Drugs?! I wasn't under the influence of anything! I don't even know what happened then! And what "your" Pond, girl? Pond doesn't have a girlfriend and as far as I know, he doesn't want to have one! Have you all completely lost your mind? Maybe I'll drink something sometimes, a glass or two, sometimes more for company, but from I stay away from drugs! I know very well that this is crap that would destroy my health and life, I'm not that much of an idiot! Who do they think I am?! I'm slowly losing everything, my career may be over soon, and now someone else wants me threatens... Fuck, I've had enough! I didn't ask for this! I just wanted to sing!"

And then he thought about everything that had happened.

The reason for these comments was his unexpected behavior towards a strange boy, whom he initially considered to be someone close to him, but soon discovered that he was a complete stranger. Disappointment burned his throat as he remembered the boy's surprised look again.

He expected P'Erin to sort it out and silence any negative comments as usual, but even P'Erin didn't have the power to control a crowd of people. Over the past few months, he had been gradually losing fans and expected that no one would come, but on this particular day, many curious viewers showed up and the recordings quickly circulated the Internet, and he became the number one topic again.

"I didn't drink or take anything, you damn idiots!"

He shouted and put the phone on the desk. He felt hurt. He knew people didn't trust him, he was slowly losing everything, and he thought he was prepared for it, but now he had to face something else: the mystery of the death of a boy probably named LiMing, and the mysterious and strange resemblance of the alleged LiMing to Fourth, whose he met that day. For a moment he was afraid that he would wake up his new friend with his scream, but he just whispered something unintelligible in his sleep and rolled over, turning to face the place where Norawit was about to lie down.

Gem climbed onto the bed, looked at the boy next to him sleeping peacefully with his mouth slightly open, turned off the light in the bedside lamp on the table on his side and, lying on his back with his eyes fixed on the ceiling decorated with stars of various sizes glowing in the dark, began to carefully analyze the events of today. day.

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